I’m taking my second swimming lesson today at the Brooklyn YMCA. As I succeeded in 1. actually getting into the pool, 2. not actually drowning, and 3. fatefully achieving self-propelled forward motion albeit with the assistance of a boogie board and two of those noodle flotation devices wrapped around my gut, I’m going to call my two year old New Year’s resolution achieved. That does not mean I’m going to be Michael Phelps anytime soon, but I do have confidence that I will be successful, and it only took a few moments to get beyond those personal barriers that reinforced my 24 months of procrastination. Sometimes you just have to do it.
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